sitting in a trench,
thinking to himself.
"what did i get into?
i just wanted to help.
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i could have done more.
made something of myself.
instead, im a soldier.
one of a million.
one in a batillion.
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the trenches are dirty,
but we're desperate for them.
we'd rather be at home,
eyes shining like gems.
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our attacks are brutal,
our weapons are a threat.
we shoot one time,
and leave them in regret.
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regretting ever messing with our country.
sure, we're desperate,
wishing to be anywhere but here.
however, in the end,
our pride will adhere.
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it wasn't our first choice.
but it wasn't out of fear.